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He felt her grip ensnare around his wrists as he was pulled backward to the dark, of which she stood in, her body hidden with shade. He gave a slight worried peep as he was dragged inward, his tail tucking lightly like a scared dog - the canister causing a tipping effect forward due to how heavy it were: it's bright, illumining yellow unavoidable against the shadow - highlighting it's surroundings the best it could.
N shivered as he felt warm breath touch at his neck, "Ta- Tangle?" He stammered, before straining his voice to remain unshaken as it had appeared moments earlier, "Little Buddy... What're you, doing... Aha?" His nervous mannerisms present despite his attempts to shelter his anxiety with a brave facade.
Her exhales were almost like a heavy, eager pant - lapping against his robotic throat with a comforting heat. Through the dim light, he saw the gleam of her fangs - the way the temperature within her echoed out in each huff. Her voice was almost sultry as she spoke, "Don't worry about it, aye...?"
He opened his mouth to inquire further, when she jutted her maw forwards and wrapped her jaws around his neck. He froze, his visor flashing to display hollowed-out eyes, "Gh- Tangle.."
Yelping emitted from his being as she sank her teeth inward, and almost immediately he felt his own lifeforce - his own fluid - his own oil oozing out in a bubbling effect. He bit his own lip in pain, raising a hand to cover his own mouth, pixilated yellow tears emerging.
Dragging, she pulled him downward to the floor like he was prey - enjoying the way his weight dragged at her teeth. He didn't fight back, adrenaline pulsing through him despite his lack of action. She hoisted herself atop of him, forcing him to lay on his back exposed, his neck still in her maw.
The heat of his oil was enticing - the taste was a whole new type of sensory pleasure... He tasted so sweet - like chocolate. She adjusted how she lay on him, straddling to his hips, her paws patting around his body in an explorative manner, the claws sharp. Despite this, he felt.. Strangely calm - the pain was unimaginable, course! But... He'd... Gained an understanding of her. She had such a strange illness - a craving for bloodshed to be at her tastebuds - massaging her senses so tenderly. It was her curse: to be born a fork, unable to taste anything but him: a cake. He lifted a shaking hand, and gently placed it atop her head, stroking it slowly, "Yeah.. It's, um, okay! I've got you, buddy.."
She responded with a soft *mrr*, her tongue giving a rather flat lick against his neck and the punctures as she continued to latch her teeth onto him, lapping his oil so passionately.
He gave an occasional groan of pain every now and then, to which her ears would slightly perk: he was unsure if it was because she was worried she caused too much pain to him, or if she .. Enjoyed the sounds of his agony in some unrestful, peculiar sense.
After several minutes passed, she retracted her razor-sharp teeth (of which he felt like were going to be lodged into him forever), and pushed her tongue to his bites fully, drawing in the oil excitedly, loving the aftermath of the damage... Before she too, pulled away, and in a strange way, curled down upon him, her head rested at his chest, as though content with achieving her sick fantasies.
Still continuing to pet her, he laid there - unknowing of what action to commit too now, considering how her chest began to rise and fall as though growing in inevitable sleepiness, the kind you get after a super good meal which hits just right.
He surpressed a confused frown, watching her drift away slowly into her own little realm of slumber. The dark green hyena looked oddly peaceful like this.
Carefully, he cups her yellow hair with a hand and gently pushes it aside, clearing her face once more as it had drooped and had began to uncomfortable cover it, revealing her smile of content satisfaction, an ever-growing grin...
..
He didn't understand,
but if she was happy,
he'd allow this.